Wednesday 1 February 2012

WAITING IS A SLAUGHTER





Needles

idly

watching.

It was so dark

and you were going.

Wherefore did I choose you?

Where was I?

Why?

I love you so much it is painful.

Answers when there is not

a precise question.

You , a puzzle I cannot decipher.

Your eyes hurt me.

If you will ever stop loving me,

please kill me afterwards.

A frightening sight was your departure.

Sometimes I feel you could never be back

and I feel distinctly lost

Ten minutes

or ten years perhaps.

Waiting is a slaughter.

Monday 30 January 2012




il mondo esisteva
prima di te
e continuerà ad esistere, dopo.


sono io che proprio non ce la farei.